Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
CMW,
Cluster,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.